So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
is it true you fucked a yoga instructor last night??! ..and let me know if you want me to post that question on your facebook so kelly can see how happy you are without her
I come back into the room and you're grinding with the person in the mascot suit.
he paid for dinner at the eiffel tower. drinks at a bar on the champs elysees. gave me a motorcycle ride back to his house, got us heineken and then took me to park overlooking paris. where he ate me out on a park bench. still have doubts about the french?
Our suitemates are shrooming again. I left a less colorful dress hanging on the door, change before you come in because purple is making Maeve cry.
his version of basketball was throwing hot sauce packets down my cleavage at taco bell at 2 am with his buddy.the cashier kept score
Well, it's a fine line between people-watching and boob-staring. It's a gray area. But we're in Paris. Let's leave it at that.
Multi-day drunkenness is to binge drinking as black diamonds are to skiing. They're tough and confusing and you hurt afterwards, but you did it and you probably got an alright story along the way.
Figured out why that fly won't leave. It keeps buzzing through my weed smoke
Fly high, Fly.
I just remember lots of butts and something about ranch dressing.
Oh, I also stabbed a guy Friday and he still asked me out
i'm 99% sure they had an orgy while i was passed out
he's such a nice guy...he deserves a bigger dick.
I just ordered a five person drink for myself.... Right about now you should start saving me from myself....
He’s got a big dick and a big ego. This could be fun
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